Nyxaria sounded hopeless, but there was defiance in her voice—defiance against the fate being forced on her!
If the man floating above her gave her even the smallest thread of hope... she'd cling to it with everything she had and ride it to the end.
Achilles raised his hand, feeling the blood of an Emperor King coursing through him as hs voice came out clear, calm, and unforgettable.
"It's just a Dharma Manifestation. In the Ancient Times, many of them fell. Today, we'll simply see another one fall."
The ground trembled with his words.
There was power in his certainty. Power that shook Luna and Nyxaria to the core as their eyes widened with hope and determination breaking through the fear.
"Okay!" Nyxaria shouted, her voice heavy as darkness bubbled at her feet, and she rose to the skies as well.
Luna glanced toward Achilles, remembering the moment she had asked him to help carry a burden too heavy to bear alone—and how he was now doing exactly that. She crossed her arms to her chest in respect and called out.
"For the Primal Ancient!"
She'd meant to give a King's Respect- the kind given to ancient kings years ago, but Achilles nearly smacked her when she did this and even called him the Primal Ancient.
They were already being labeled heretics for supposedly colluding with Ancient Ones, and now she was giving him the King's Respect in public? She even called him Primal Ancient?
Nyxaria blinked, clearly stunned by Luna's words. But no one faltered.
Achilles extended three fine threads of glowing energy from his back, which snaked toward Rose, Luna, and Nyxaria.
He turned to Luna. "Are Selene and the others on their way?"
"Two minutes out!" Luna answered immediately.
Achilles nodded and raised his hand again.
Draconian Pathogenicity V was deployed.
Invisible, multicolored particles streamed upward from his fingers like drifting spores.
These weren't ordinary pathogens. They were the combined product of multiple draconic lineages devoured through his assimilation and efined and enhanced by Bixi's energy and the Skyflame Tyrant's flame.
He could command these particles silently.
They would flow through the air, into the bodies of his enemies. By the time they realized they were infected, it would already be too late.
Once infected...Achilles could do terrifying things to them. The most dangerous of which…he could strip them of control over their own minds and bodies.
It was a deadly ability he never imagined using, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
He doubted anything less than a Dharma Manifestation Entity could resist the infiltration. And he wasn't about to alert Zerrion Draal just yet.
His plan was infect everyone aboard that massive lunar-shaped Dreadnought silently before the real fight even began.
His first move would be stealth. His second would be power!
Achilles looked down from the sky at the figures of Solareth and Myxilith, each surrounded by a cocoon of white-hot flame.
Their power was being amplified to terrifying levels through the Feather of the Nirvanic Sun Moon Phoenix.
Ascendant Lunar and Solar Constructs III.
Given his current power, he expected nothing less than Constructs at the very peak of Apex Ethereal Physiology. And two…was not his limit.
As this unfolded, the threads he had extended fully wrapped around the three women. For Rose, he channeled the pure white flames of Nirvanic Phoenix Healing, Evolutius Energy, and Primordial Energy.
He did the same for Luna.
For Nyxaria, he added one more thing- Limited Assimilation. While he nurtured all three, he gifted Nyxaria an awakening the others already had.
Could one of them reach Dharma Manifestation with just Biological Nurturing IV and Limited Assimilation? Probably not.
But Achilles never ruled anything out.
He was the Last Adrastia Emperor King as his power defied logic. Where others struggled to evolve from Ethereal Physiology to Dharma Manifestation, he granted each woman the perfect foundation of 81 meridians.
They weren't like him with 360 meridians, but in the Ancient Times, 81 was a foundation worthy of being recorded down!
So he watched expectantly.
Rose's body blazed with scorching green flames as verdant wings of phoenix fire erupted behind her.
Above Luna, glowing moons began to form one after another, gaining momentum.
And Nyxaria…her entire being trembled. She felt the Limited Assimilation surge within her as obsidian light poured from her back, forming jet-black wings. The seventh…then eighth solid star shimmered above her.
Even before their enemy arrived, Achilles had launched a silent attack that could cripple anything below Dharma Manifestation.
At the same time, he was pushing three women toward the edge of Ethereal Physiology!
And then, there was his final move.
Primordial Avatar III.
Silently, he activated it.
A glowing golden circle appeared before him, blooming outward. In seconds, a humanoid form took shape—radiating light with arms outstretched and a Primordial presence being born.
It looked just like him, but naked, uscular, and golden.
Feathery wings unfurled from its back. One star after another formed above its head until there were nine solid stars.
A regal robe cloaked the being, and when it opened its eyes, they shone with blinding white-gold brilliance.
It was an Avatar- a second body to express his power.
And it worked as he could channel the full might of Primordial Energy Source Echelon III through it.
With Parallel Thought Process V, the two minds synced instantly, doubling his awareness, clarity, and strategy.
Meanwhile, the Dreadnought hovered just above Fort Cape of Hope.
From within, a voice boomed.
[You Heretics don't even try to hide your vile power or flee?! You dare stand and challenge judgment?!]
The voice was harsh, arrogant, commanding.
With it came a sea of pressure—the eruption of terrifying Dharma Manifestation power.
Every Phase Crescent Cannon along the vessel's hull locked onto them. These were weapons capable of obliterating Major Ethereal Physiology entities in a single strike!
He just looked up- calm, cold, calculating.
Because his invisible pathogens had already slipped inside the Dreadnought.
Through steel and circuitry. Into the veins of the soldiers aboard.
They were Royal Colony Guards who were Advanced Humans- Meridian Transformation experts, even Ethereal Physiology Masters.
They were all becoming silently infected!
The same ones who had hunted, captured, and butchered humans for the Lunaris Throne...
Would soon find themselves under his control!